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Noise in Communication

A groovy manifesto against the modern, insane need to win arguments at all costs. Packed with the catchy rhythm of Samba-Rock, the track provides a precise X-ray of our inability to listen, ironizing internet gatekeepers and influencers who dictate rules without promoting real reflection. A song about what society has lost in the middle of the ideological crossfire.

Behind the Scenes: "Ruído na Comunicação" is the musical portrait of a recent historical wound. The motivation to write this track came from the discomfort with the chronic polarization that has poisoned our ability to dialogue. It is a process that began sneakily in 2013, gained sharper and sharper edges in 2016, and ended up becoming deeply entrenched from 2019 onward, turning debates into mere clashes of ego. The composition criticizes the culture of shouting and performative anger, where what matters is playing to one's own bubble ("other people's smoke") instead of building bridges. Choosing Samba-Rock is an act of peaceful resistance: it uses the lightness of the groove and the intelligence of the rhythm to ask the world to turn down the volume, disarm, and start listening again.

You know these conversations we have nowadays
(Sabe essas conversas que temos hoje em dia)

The words seem to be in an orgy
(As palavras parecem que estão numa orgia)

There is too much "being right" on all sides
(É muita razão pra todos os lados)

What others say isn't worth a penny
(O que os outros dizem não vale um centavo)

You have to decide where you stand in this scheme
(Você tem que decidir onde está nesse esquema)

Whether you have the solution or you are part of the problem
(Se tem a solução ou é parte do problema)

You want me to fight? Not me!
(Você quer que eu brigue? Eu não!)

You don't agree, but where is the explanation?
(Não concorda mas cadê explicação?)

Don't applaud other people's smoke
(Não bata palma para fumaça dos outros)

That the wind carries away and time consumes
(Que o vento carrega e o tempo consome)

Those who live off making scenes and a raspy shout
(Quem vive de cena e de grito bem rouco)

By the end of the conversation, they don't even know your name
(No fim da conversa nem sabe seu nome)

Turn down the volume, hold your word
(Abaixa o volume, sustenta a palavra)

Whoever shouts too much, deep down doesn't speak
(Quem muito grita, no fundo não fala)

It's not about the side you chose
(Não é sobre o lado que você escolheu)

It's about what we lost along the way.
(É o quê no meio a gente perdeu.)

We disagree, but we don't separate
(A gente discorda, mas não se separa)

The weight of an idea doesn't wound the face
(O peso da ideia não fere a cara)

What drives us apart is the shouting in vain
(O que nos afasta é o grito em vão)

The lack of listening is our prison
(A falta de escuta é a nossa prisão)

(Chorus repeats)
Don't applaud other people's smoke
(Não bata palma para fumaça dos outros)

That the wind carries away and time consumes
(Que o vento carrega e o tempo consome)

Those who live off making scenes and a raspy shout
(Quem vive de cena e de grito bem rouco)

By the end of the conversation, they don't even know your name
(No fim da conversa nem sabe seu nome)

Turn down the volume, hold your word
(Abaixa o volume, sustenta a palavra)

Whoever shouts too much, deep down doesn't speak
(Quem muito grita, no fundo não fala)

It's not about the side you chose
(Não é sobre o lado que você escolheu)

It's about what we lost along the way.
(É o quê no meio a gente perdeu.)